Spotlights

Letters

GOOD NEWS! EVAN ACTUALLY GETS TO HAVE A GOOD DAY IN THIS CHAPTER! NOTHING REALLY GOES WRONG AND I'LL THROW IN SOME TREEBROS FLUFF FOR EVERYONE! 

Evan sat at his desk, open laptop in front of him. His heart was racing, in less than an hour he would be up on a stage. Shaking his head, he returned his focus to the screen. His therapist had instructed him to write letters to himself each and every day explaining in detail why that one in particular was going to be different from every other day of his hell-ish existence. 

The only sentence he'd managed to write was the one  he was told to start with. 

Dear Evan Hansen, 

This is going to be a good day and here's why...   

He sat there for a good twenty minutes just staring at the screen. Eventually there was a knock on his door signaling they were going to leave soon. Taking quick, uneven breaths, Evan shut the laptop and grabbed his bag. Connor's clothes were neatly folded inside as Evan had forgotten to return them the day before. 

He pulled on a pair of shoes and stood in the doorway of his room. A part of Evan was internally dying, panicking about all the things that could go wrong. The other half was... excited? 

Yeah. Excited. 

Chuckling at the strange feeling, Evan made his way down the stairs to find his mom in the kitchen. The sound of sizzling could be heard as the smell of cooking meat flooded their small kitchen. 

Heidi didn't seem to notice her son's entry and so Evan set his bag on the table and pulled out a chair. 

"Hey, Mom." he said, grabbing a book out of the bag. Heidi turned around, smile on her face and eyes full of love. 

"Hey, honey! I took off tonight and so we could do Taco Tuesday!" she said, waving the fork she was holding in the air. 

"Mom... it's Friday." Evan laughed, opening the book and turning to a random page. 

"The we'll do Taco Friday!" his mother said  in a jokingly exasperated voice. She then came over and planted a quick kiss to Evan's head before running back over to the stove when a small fire started to form. 

"MOM!" Evan yelled as he watched her try to extinguish it. After a few failed attempts Evan ran over and tried to help her and by the time they finally got the small fire out they were both in hysterics.  

"Sorry.." his mother managed once she'd calmed down, "Guess we'll be ordering tacos tonight." she sighed. Evan, surprising both Heidi and himself, hugged his mother. 

"It's fine, Mom. Maybe we can go get something when I get back." 

"Yeah..." she whispered, tightening her hold on him, "Yeah, that sounds good."  

Evan smiled before pulling away, "I-I need to go finish the letter Dr. Sherman told me to write, I'll be back in a bit." 

"Okay, honey. I love you!" She called as Evan ran back up the stairs, a plan for what he was going to write already forming in his mind. 

"Love you, too!" He called back before closing the door to his room and sitting himself in front of the laptop once more. Frantically typing, Evan watched the clock to see how much time he had left.

 Several hand cramps and a few minutes later, he was finally finished. He closed the device before shoving it in his backpack. Hearing the faint, familiar sound of his phone vibrating against the desk, Evan grabbed it and opened his messages.